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Title: Time Heals
Pairing: Burke/Cristina
Spoilers: Anything through the Finale.
A/N: This is what spawned from me watching the Finale...that is after I swore and threw things.
An hour after the wedding Cristina went back to the apartment. Everything that had made living there worth while was gone. His trumpet, his pictures, his scrub cap, and him. They were gone and she was there, looking like a painted doll in her wedding dress. She was there and she was free yet the world now had come into much sharper focus. Everything was so bright and obvious that it hurt. So she blurred it with her tears and hung on to Meredith, staring at where what remained of her wedding dress had fallen.
A day after the wedding Cristina watched the sun rise through the window. It was the first day in this apartment that she would witness without him. She spent it Meredith style, with a bottle of tequila. Every so often she thought she heard the sound of a key in the lock, but then she'd take another gulp of burning liquid and it would be gone. She'd try to imagine what she'd say to him if he came back, tried to write down a script of something that would convince him that she was Cristina again, but this only brought about the realization that she didn't know. Maybe along the way she had mistaken change with the lose of herself.
A week after the wedding Cristina, along with the rest of the interns who had passed their exams, was assigned her own group of interns. She extended the same high expectations to them as she did to herself. Meredith, Izzie, and Alex looked on in shock, when on the first day one of her interns was chosen to scrub in on Burke's ruptured aortic aneurysm. They all watched as Burke made the announcement, his eyes never leaving Cristina's. Although her gaze was cool, she acknowledged his attempted peace offering with a slight nod.
A month after the wedding, Burke came back to the apartment. Even though he still had his key, he knocked hesitantly on the door until Cristina answered. She almost didn't let him in but finally resigned herself to the fact that she would be miserable until she said her piece and she heard his explanation. He made her coffee like he used to and they talked, really talked, until the sun came up and their coffee grew stone cold. Many of the words they exchanged were laced with bitterness and nothing was completely fixed, but when her pager finally interupted them she almost kissed him on the cheek as she rushed out the door. It was habit, she told herself, but she couldn't help but think that this first step might be leading them somewhere.
A year after the wedding, Burke invited her for coffee as they both prepared for surgery. She agreed with a small smile on her face before she quickly left the scrub room. He did take her for coffee that day, but only after they met Derek and Meredith at City Hall.
Pairing: Burke/Cristina
Spoilers: Anything through the Finale.
A/N: This is what spawned from me watching the Finale...that is after I swore and threw things.
An hour after the wedding Cristina went back to the apartment. Everything that had made living there worth while was gone. His trumpet, his pictures, his scrub cap, and him. They were gone and she was there, looking like a painted doll in her wedding dress. She was there and she was free yet the world now had come into much sharper focus. Everything was so bright and obvious that it hurt. So she blurred it with her tears and hung on to Meredith, staring at where what remained of her wedding dress had fallen.
A day after the wedding Cristina watched the sun rise through the window. It was the first day in this apartment that she would witness without him. She spent it Meredith style, with a bottle of tequila. Every so often she thought she heard the sound of a key in the lock, but then she'd take another gulp of burning liquid and it would be gone. She'd try to imagine what she'd say to him if he came back, tried to write down a script of something that would convince him that she was Cristina again, but this only brought about the realization that she didn't know. Maybe along the way she had mistaken change with the lose of herself.
A week after the wedding Cristina, along with the rest of the interns who had passed their exams, was assigned her own group of interns. She extended the same high expectations to them as she did to herself. Meredith, Izzie, and Alex looked on in shock, when on the first day one of her interns was chosen to scrub in on Burke's ruptured aortic aneurysm. They all watched as Burke made the announcement, his eyes never leaving Cristina's. Although her gaze was cool, she acknowledged his attempted peace offering with a slight nod.
A month after the wedding, Burke came back to the apartment. Even though he still had his key, he knocked hesitantly on the door until Cristina answered. She almost didn't let him in but finally resigned herself to the fact that she would be miserable until she said her piece and she heard his explanation. He made her coffee like he used to and they talked, really talked, until the sun came up and their coffee grew stone cold. Many of the words they exchanged were laced with bitterness and nothing was completely fixed, but when her pager finally interupted them she almost kissed him on the cheek as she rushed out the door. It was habit, she told herself, but she couldn't help but think that this first step might be leading them somewhere.
A year after the wedding, Burke invited her for coffee as they both prepared for surgery. She agreed with a small smile on her face before she quickly left the scrub room. He did take her for coffee that day, but only after they met Derek and Meredith at City Hall.